Friday, July 30, 2010

How I Go

Dried tears on my face,
Looking for a place,
To rest my head.
I’ve looked high,
I’ve looked low,
But people keep passing me by.
I will hunt,
And I will fight,
To make my life right.
I will stand alone,
I will stand united.
As one,
As whole,
As me.

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